I didn’t realize until just recently that what I’m doing here is some serious business.. My life is at stake literally. Stopping the 450 mg of Effexor daily is not a good way to go. The withdraw symptoms are very challenging. To date it is not going well. I am on the verge of tears every awaken moment. I find I cannot make it through the day without breaking down. I was thinking how and why this could be happening. Is this even real?. What the hell is this all about? It is taking everything I have to write this. I can’t believe it is real. Nobody will have any idea how many personal tears I have shed for this information. Life seems like a wasted go at this point.
(Scarpoe Present day) This journal entry is an example of how bad things where getting with my mental health back in Tucson a few years ago. I posted these journal entries on this blog to set a baseline for the rest of the information that will be forthcoming. I will be diving into more specifics. Please feel free to comment.